Bob Seger - Manhatten текст песни

Words and music by bob seger

Shakey daveys got a twelve gauge in his hand

Its sawed off to the limit

Hes got a vague plan

Theres this liquor store on madison

Theres another one down on washington square

Hes pretty sure no ones ever seen him

Down around there

The first ones birdshot the next four are double aught buck

The last ones a slug just for good luck

Hes got his works in his pocket

He wants to score as soon as hes done

He cant wait to get straight to get long gone

He puts on his long coat scribbles off a short note

Sits himself down and waits for the sun to go down

Its right around midnight and theres still too damn many people on this street

Hes walked all the way from battery park hes got sweaty hands and burnin feet

Hes desperate for a fix

His bodys screamin "get me high"

He bursts through the door and lets one fly

Sunrise in the park and daveys cold as stone

He got some bad merchandise and he was all alone

Two more unsolved mysteries a iot of paper pushed around

Most folks are just wakin up in this great big town